The Serendipitous Encounter

He appeared out of nowhere one day.  I had walked that path along the river on my lunch hour for years.  It had been my way of clearing my head of the constant trials and tribulations at the office.  Then one day out of the blue, there he was sitting on the bench serenely staring out at the river.  By his physical features I thought he was First Nations.  Perhaps, he was an elder of some tribe?  He certainly looked the part.  He had two long grey braids, turquoise jewellery and a chocolate brown cowboy hat.  His chiselled features could have given him a starring role in the movie, Dances with Wolves. I passed by him on the first day and smiled.  He smiled back and tipped his hat.  Did the same on the second day and by the third day my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I found myself sitting down beside him on the bench.

“Hi.  Mind if I share the bench with you?” I asked.

He turned and mischievously grinned at me, “it’s about time you sat down.  I have been waiting for you.  Two days I had to wait.  I got a story for you.”

I was somewhat taken back by his response and thought, what have I gotten myself into?  Why did you let your curiosity get the better of you? You don’t have time to listen to some story by some little old man.

“But you do have the time,” he casually replied, “and I am not a little old man with an unimportant story.”

“I am sorry,” I looked at him rather embarrassed.   “I …”

He broke in before I could start my sentence and shook his head, “the word sorry is so over-rated in your world.  It’s really a meaningless word.  You are only using the word because you think you have offended me or you are trying to be polite.  I am not offended by what you think.  Your thoughts about me and my story are irrelevant.  What you think of me is neither here nor there.  I have a story to tell and either you want to hear it or you don’t.”  He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, “I am sure there will be someone else that comes along the path that will be interested in hearing my story.  You are not the only person in this world.”

The Root of All Evil

The root of all evil is not money.

It is not anger.

Nor is it greed.

The root of all evil has a far greater seed.

It is the manufactured fear which has led us to believe,

safety and security have now taken leave.

Living in fear is how life must be.

Magnified, manipulated, and used to control

by forces who aren’t working for the good of the whole.

Insidious creatures that lurk through the night,

greatly afraid of the loving light,

as it will melt the illusion that might is right.

They rule by fear,

with elaborate smoke and mirrors

and take great cheer

in saying. ‘Love isn’t here.

Here, there is just fear!’

Oh, the unaware they do think it’s so,

and do fall prey to more government controls.

For the creatures that rule the night,

enjoy making fear their only plight.

For within the darkness fear can grab hold,

and play with the minds of men we’ve been told.

A tangled web of deceit,

synthetic lies which are really cheap,

done in an attempt to hide the truth really deep.

But no matter what they do.

The truth will always ring true.

For the root of all this evil is absolutely clear.

It is built upon the fallacy,

that on Mother Earth we must live in fear.

Ó      Beverly Blanchard 2013

Forgiveness and Your Imagination

Everyone and every experience comes into your life comes through your invitation.  You are not at the mercy of outside forces and circumstances.  We live in a universe of vibration and through your thoughts and emotions you draw to yourself events, people and circumstances.  It is all an inside job which is why forgiveness is not about the other person; it is about you.

Most people do not want to accept that they create their own reality.  Instead they would prefer to believe that lousy experiences and people are random happenings. It has nothing to do with your thinking.  Yet somewhere at some time, you offered the thought and as the old saying says, “careful what you ask for because it has a way of coming back to you.”